I'm sure it is good. You really shouldn't sell yourself short like that. However at 12,000 words it will probably take me a while to read it due to my exceedingly poor attention span.
I guess it can. Probably best to ask someone who has actually written het sex. While I read it occasionally, I don't recall ever writing a proper het fic ever - unless you could the Sheppard/Weir BDSM... *looks rightfully embarrassed*
"It's just--" and he's off, on his feet and pacing the balcony. She's never met anyone like him, no one even close. "You know. You almost get blown up, with *my bomb*, and hey, I'm calm--"
"You called me an Ancient-chasing slut. Notice how you didn't get stick-time for that one?"
He waves it off. "I was high and you were--" he stops, finishing the bottle. Joan remembers vaguely that Rodney has the alcohol tolerance of a kumquat. A teetotalling kumquat. "And then you--"
"That's my job," she says gently.
Instantly, McKay's beside her, jerking her arm up, blunt fingers tracing down the length of her forearm, over the sensitive blue skin that's the last vestige of the creature she'd been. "This isn't your job," he says, voicing biting, fingers gentle, and Joan has a sudden, uncomfortable second of--
"Oh God." Oh.
McKay drops her arm. "Um, Colonel--"
"We had practice that day, didn't we?" Because she's looking right at his mouth and remembers--oh. Fucking. Hell. "McKay--"
"It wasn't you!" His ass hits the balcony as he loses his balance, which would usually be worth a laugh, but God, she tried to *hit that*, and oh oh oh, so not good. "I mean, yes, it was you, and there was this moment in the practice room, but then you stopped--"
Joan stares at the collar of his shirt in horror. "*Is that a hickey*?"
McKay's hand goes up before he can stop himself and Joan realizes there are whole new depths of humiliation to reach, because she apparently sexually assaulted her sexual-harrassing teammate while bug-possessed, and so much moral high ground just went down the drain. "I need to lie down," she says, and suits action to words, covering her face with both hands. "And I need more alcohol."
hetsex always feels a little kinky to me because a) i self-insert so much more - or at least, no such a physiological, basic level anyway - which means the whole voyeurism and rocks-off thing hits very close deep and b)I read and write slash primarily. THEN there is the fact that queerfucked sex - w/ gender or sex-switched characters - is always a little kinky from the ground up, cos, duh. so....
I've had a genderswitched Daniel WIPped forever -- that het sex feels kinky 'cause it's all new for him. But, you know what? If it feels kinky fgor you, then it is. ;-)
So say it's been--oh, years--since one wrote het sex. Is it *supposed* to feel kinky? Hahahaha. I think it's kind of kinky for me to be reading het now. Oh, my mind. Somehow, though, there's a difference now between my levels of normalness with my own girly-bits interactions and what's the norm for the interactions I read about, and girly bits in words is just Not Normal anymore. *boggles* The human mind is just way too strange.
2007-08-28 01:28 pm (UTC)
Also? I thought you said no more pets... How about chocolate? :: Passes over a plate of brownies ::
Good luck at class.
Ladyholder
2007-08-28 01:29 pm (UTC)
...Yeah, pet.
Sounds like girl!John is going to be loads of fun. Thanks for writing this!
It could be monkey-typing-Shakespeare. I just hope it's all in the same tense. *crosses fingers*
2007-08-28 01:31 pm (UTC)
And since you seem to out strip the monkey/Shakespeare thing, no problems there.
Ladyholder
2007-08-28 01:30 pm (UTC)
::happily waits for more Girl!John from you::
2007-08-28 01:35 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 01:54 pm (UTC)
(I can spam you with genderswitch icons ALL DAY LONG.)
2007-08-28 02:02 pm (UTC)
Well, I can help.
2007-08-28 02:04 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 01:34 pm (UTC)
Good luck with class.
2007-08-28 01:36 pm (UTC)
...but seriously. Is writing het sex supposed to feel kinky? *bewildered*
2007-08-28 01:58 pm (UTC)
I guess it can. Probably best to ask someone who has actually written het sex. While I read it occasionally, I don't recall ever writing a proper het fic ever - unless you could the Sheppard/Weir BDSM... *looks rightfully embarrassed*
2007-08-28 02:03 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 01:41 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 01:50 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 01:56 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 01:44 pm (UTC)
Yes.
2007-08-28 01:49 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 01:47 pm (UTC)
Also, yay girl!John! And hush; you say it's not good and I never believe you.
2007-08-28 01:51 pm (UTC)
On the other hand--seirously. That het sex thing was odd. I forgot some of the vocabular. There was only one penis. Very bizarre.
2007-08-28 01:55 pm (UTC)
...and that didn't come out right.
2007-08-28 01:58 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 03:23 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 02:13 pm (UTC)
So say it's been--oh, years--since one wrote het sex. Is it *supposed* to feel kinky?
More than likely, yes. Have to admit you are really asking the wrong person though... *g* (quiet, threnodyjones!)
Also, this is the only pony icon I have. Sorry for using it again.
2007-08-28 02:49 pm (UTC)
"You called me an Ancient-chasing slut. Notice how you didn't get stick-time for that one?"
He waves it off. "I was high and you were--" he stops, finishing the bottle. Joan remembers vaguely that Rodney has the alcohol tolerance of a kumquat. A teetotalling kumquat. "And then you--"
"That's my job," she says gently.
Instantly, McKay's beside her, jerking her arm up, blunt fingers tracing down the length of her forearm, over the sensitive blue skin that's the last vestige of the creature she'd been. "This isn't your job," he says, voicing biting, fingers gentle, and Joan has a sudden, uncomfortable second of--
"Oh God." Oh.
McKay drops her arm. "Um, Colonel--"
"We had practice that day, didn't we?" Because she's looking right at his mouth and remembers--oh. Fucking. Hell. "McKay--"
"It wasn't you!" His ass hits the balcony as he loses his balance, which would usually be worth a laugh, but God, she tried to *hit that*, and oh oh oh, so not good. "I mean, yes, it was you, and there was this moment in the practice room, but then you stopped--"
Joan stares at the collar of his shirt in horror. "*Is that a hickey*?"
McKay's hand goes up before he can stop himself and Joan realizes there are whole new depths of humiliation to reach, because she apparently sexually assaulted her sexual-harrassing teammate while bug-possessed, and so much moral high ground just went down the drain. "I need to lie down," she says, and suits action to words, covering her face with both hands. "And I need more alcohol."
2007-08-28 02:54 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 03:02 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 03:38 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 04:25 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 02:57 pm (UTC)
so....
:)
*waits for it all, happy happy*
2007-08-28 03:45 pm (UTC)
I've had a genderswitched Daniel WIPped forever -- that het sex feels kinky 'cause it's all new for him. But, you know what? If it feels kinky fgor you, then it is. ;-)
2007-08-28 04:07 pm (UTC)
BUT I WANTS GIRL!JOHN!!!!1!1!eleventyone!!1!
2007-08-28 04:16 pm (UTC)
2007-08-28 05:10 pm (UTC)
ROTFLMAO
2007-08-28 07:24 pm (UTC)
Firefly
2007-08-28 09:38 pm (UTC)
http://emungere.compromisingpositions.n
best,
Deirdre (from VVC)
2007-08-31 02:15 am (UTC)
lmao! I'll let you know after I'm done (recced here by
2007-09-03 08:38 pm (UTC)
\o/
OMGYAY
So say it's been--oh, years--since one wrote het sex. Is it *supposed* to feel kinky?
Hahahaha. I think it's kind of kinky for me to be reading het now. Oh, my mind. Somehow, though, there's a difference now between my levels of normalness with my own girly-bits interactions and what's the norm for the interactions I read about, and girly bits in words is just Not Normal anymore. *boggles* The human mind is just way too strange.